Pesma nad pesmama 6
1 Kuda otide dragi tvoj, najljepša meðu ženama? kuda zamaèe dragi tvoj, da ga tražimo s tobom?
Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
2 Dragi moj siðe u vrt svoj, k lijehama mirisnoga bilja, da pase po vrtovima i da bere ljiljane.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 Ja sam dragoga svojega, i moj je dragi moj, koji pase meðu ljiljanima.
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4 Lijepa si, draga moja, kao Tersa, krasna si kao Jerusalim, strašna kao vojska sa zastavama.
You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 Odvrati oèi svoje od mene, jer me raspaljuju. Kosa ti je kao stado koza koje se vide na Galadu.
Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6 Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca kad izlaze iz kupala, koje se sve blizne a nijedne nema jalove.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
7 Jagodice su tvoje izmeðu vitica tvojih kao kriška šipka.
Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 Šezdeset ima carica i osamdeset inoèa, i djevojaka bez broja;
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9 Ali je jedna golubica moja, bezazlena moja, jedinica u matere svoje, izabrana u roditeljke svoje. Vidješe je djevojke i nazivaše je blaženom; i carice i inoèe hvališe je.
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
10 Ko je ona što se vidi kao zora, lijepa kao mjesec, èista kao sunce, strašna kao vojska sa zastavama?
Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
11 Siðoh u orašje da vidim voæe u dolu, da vidim cvate li vinova loza, pupe li šipci.
I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Ne doznah ništa, a duša me moja posadi na kola Aminadavova.
Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
13 Vrati se, vrati se Sulamko, vrati se, vrati se, da te gledamo. Šta æete gledati na Sulamci? kao èete vojnièke.
Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
